Assistant Gao just finished speaking when Du Yan was taken aback. Other reporters hurriedly took photos of Ji Yunhuan. Everyone had always been curious about what Qi Cheng's wife looked like; this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Assistant Gao looked at Du Yan. "Mr. Du, do you have anything else to say?"
"You've framed me!" Du Yan said angrily.
"Framed? Do you think Mr. Qi would bother to frame a small-time designer like you?" One of the reporters sneered, showing utter contempt for Du Yan.
"Exactly." Other reporters chimed in, as if they were all siding with Qi Cheng in an instant.
The speed of the turnover was astonishing.
Du Yan remembered how they used to believe everything he said. The stark contrast was striking.
Qi Cheng walked up to Du Yan and asked with a smile, "Do you know why they used to support you?"
"Why?"
"Because I paid them to play along with this act." Qi Cheng said. "If it weren't for that, how else would you have ended up in such a pathetic state?"
